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Zak sat in the back of the cockpit with a bored expression on his face.

Ugh! When are we going to get there? Drew looked back at her son.

Zak, calm down.

Mom, where are we going, anyways? Doc looked back from the pilots seat.

Were going to Lithuania. They seem to be having a problem with wolves attacking their livestock.

Were going to hunt wolves because they killed a couple of cows? What the heck! Last time I checked, we research cryptids. This isnt our problem. Drew scowled.

First of all, people in Lithuania are losing money, and they already have a problem with deaths in the country, so having people go poor isnt gonna help that case, and second of all, there might be a cryptid controlling these wolves. Wolves normally dont do this. Zak rolled his eyes. Drew scowled at him. Dont roll your eyes at me!

Whatever, Zak replied. Drew turned red with anger.

Whatever? You know what, youre grounded! Two weeks. No Television. Fisk pointed at Zak and started laughing. Zak just folded his arms and started grumbling. About 30 minutes later, they landed in a field near a small town. The four stepped out into the cool breeze.

Geez, why the heck is it cold. Its July! Drew looked at him.

It only gets to be about 70 degrees Fahrenheit in the summer here. Its not that cold. Weve seen colder.

That explains the low population, Zak mumbled to himself. The group continued to walk until they reached the town. As they walked around, they could here people mumbling in Lithuanian about the foreigners. Drew walked up to some of the guys on the street and questioned them about the wolves. She returned shaking her head.

What did they say? Doc asked.

They said, well, they said She whispered what they said in Docs ears. Docs eyes widened.

Wow, thats vulgar. I didnt think they could talk like that.

They used to be part of the Soviet Union. Of course they can talk like that. The group turned and looked to see a teenage boy. He had medium length brown hair and was wearing aviator sunglasses. He was also wearing a grey shirt and a green military jacket. Zak looked at the boy.

Who are you and what do you know? The boy smiled.

Im Nico. Thats not very important. Whats more important is who are you and what are you doing here?

Im Drew. This is my husband Doc, and this is my son Zak and this is Fiskerton. The boy bowed.

Its a pleasure to meet you. Now like I asked before, what are you doing here?

Were trying to figure out why wolves are attacking the countrys livestock? We think it might have something to do with cryptids. Nico stopped smiling.

Seriously? You came to this pit of death so you could see why wolves are eating cows? Man you are weird people. Drew looked at Nico.

Excuse me? Were trying to make sure that the economy in your country doesnt collapse because of this. Nico laughed.

My country? What do I look like? An old Communist? Sure, I have some Lithuanian blood, but Im Italian, too. Zak looked at him

Youre Italian? You are way to white to be Italian. Nico stopped laughing and looked at Zak with a very serious expression.

Yes, I am quite aware that Im very white. I dont really care. Right now, I suggest you get your Communist ass out of my face before I kick it. Zak grinned.

Kick my ass? Please. I dont think some loser Mixed fruit is going to kick my ass.

Did you just call me mixed fruit? Zak nodded. You are a Fascist freak! You should be hung upside down at a gas station with a meat hook like Mussolini.

Where the heck did you learn all this crap?

I read a lot of books. I have the IQ of the average CEO. Zak laughed.

Well Mr. CEO, I think youre a loser. I bet you probably have something to do with the wolves killing the livestock. Nico froze.

I gotta go. Bye! He ran as fast as he could and cut through an alley. Zak turned around and looked at his parents.

Well that was weird.

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